#simone sinclair

[gingerall]

dialovers ocs fanart;

not me drawing few of my favourite dialovers ocs 😭🤚

i had to work with few aesthetics and headcanons when it came to devyn and helen but i like it a lot actually!

@smonie @secretarykang @nutaella-kookie @ayamexe

[smonie]

helloo my lovelies~! i’m back but only back to post this 🥲 i will leave my blog how it was before and i don’t intend to return unless i decide to write a part two. i love you guysss and i miss you all so dearly. ♡

helen belongs to @nutaella-kookie. if i haven’t portrayed your character the way you envision her/misuse helen please let me know and i will change immediately.

❧ ┆ word count: 2,398

❧ ┆ characters: Simone Sinclair, Helen, Kou Mukami

The sound of the girl’s footsteps cracked off the damp pavement and reverberated off the white plastered villas, their girlish laughter being the ring that followed. Yet none of the houses stirred, for they were possesed mostly by demons smart enough to hide indoors once the sun started its ascent into the faded blue sky. But Simone loved this precious time when night waned and the atmosphere was in such delicate equilibrium and so transmissive that even the silent trees seemed endowed with all the same senses as she. Not even Vampires walked the streets then, causing a brief, otherworldly silence to befall the dewy gardens and buzzing marshes and all the misty beauty nature reserved for these few short hours. In spite of her peculiarity, with Simone there with her, the soundlessness impressed Helen as a positive entity rather than the mere absence of noise. To Helen, it was as if they were the only two girls left in the world.

Stumbling onto Simone while caught in a feverish laugh, Helen could hardly remember the partying they had done in the early hours of the night, or the spiked drinks, or the wad of cash that waded atop the blurred nightstand as if it were made of water. But the occasional nauseating glimpse of these memories remained like a stain on her consciousness and there came the familiar dread of never being able to escape this life. Blinking slowly, Helen turned her head into Simone’s shoulder and shut her eyes, hoping the darkness would engulf her and keep her suspended in this sleepless dream where the past and future ceased to exist, and Simone and her could wander endlessly through this lilac morning forever.

Simone quickly brushed Helen off with a running start towards an iron gate entangled in vines and weeds all hiking up its rusted bars in attempt to overtake the man-made structure. While she ran, she clutched her long gown, the white fabric of her skirt long since stained by thistle-milk and slug-slime. Her unkempt curls roped down her exposed back in long, silvery gold tresses.

This is so her, Helen thought. Like a misguided fairytale, a cursed fable. Simone shared a heart with all the worlds sirens and harpies. Still, it was curious how such a womanly creature vesseled a soul so tempestuous and wild, and for that Helen identified with Simone in a way she couldn’t explain.

The Vibora then whipped around and outstretched a slender arm to her, clasping Helen’s hand and forcibly tugging her forward and into her chest. “Wh—!?” Helen murmured before feeling brief pressure against her temples and synuses along with a sudden ‘blankness’ you’d expect when caught between intervals of time. Once teleported on the other side of the gate, Helen nearly fell out from Simone’s grasp while clutching her nose bridge. “My eyes feel like they’re gonna explode…” she winced, Simone musing quietly behind her,

“I’ve seen you crossed and walking straighter than that— now come.”

Helen looked up to find herself in the outskirts of a garden left uncultivated for years; now damp and rank with the fragrant fumes of blooming weeds all clustered in large, flowery masses that surrounded what appeared to be a cracked, graying gazebo sat at the far end of the garden. Within the pollen-thick mist these unkempt flowerbeds sent up there formed a dazzling polychrome of blurry yellow, pink, and white hues that only intensified the further the girls tread through the weeds. Amidst the sound of cracking snails and twigs snapping underfoot, Simone’s smooth voice rose up again,

“When I was little… I never could have had a garden like this, the environment forbid it. And yet, I still dreamed of gardens. I knew what color roses were and I could picture the flayed petals of hydrangea. I could almost smell them too…”

“…Then, decades later, I was walking through my town at the time and in its square was a man selling Gardenias. And all the demon girls followed its scent and gathered in that square to see the flowers. That’s when I realized I wasn’t the only one dreaming of gardens.”

Helen, who had been mindlessly skimming the blue mossy trees, glanced back to Simone only to immediately shift her attention to the flowers beneath that had begun to produce a faint, bioluminescent glow. All around the environment welcomed the girls’ presence. The leaves breathed in sync with Helen, and the flowers curled after Simone.

“We’re the same, you and I. We both have the same flower-loving monster living inside us~” Simone looked back at Helen with a fanged grin.

“We are not the same,” Helen replied quickly, still transfixed on what was happening below.

“Oh no? How else do you see it, then?”

“The flow….?” Helen’s words fell off from her pink lips as she watched a ripple of blue light shimmer across the tops of the flowers. Any buds left instantly bloomed and the remaining flower heads shuddered in exaltation. Stray petals that were kicked up by the sudden gust of power slowly fell all around them.

Helen’s mouth parted in a subtle ‘o’ shape while she silently watched every cluster of flowers become electrified by the same light. Coiling vines around the gazebo bloomed flowers unimaginable, and it was in that moment Helen felt a kind of calm settle over her that’s only producible at will by gazing up at the moon. But the moon had already dipped out of sight by then. There was only Simone.

“This way,” Simone said coolly. Helen was still coming down from her initial shock when she hesitated, but before long this feeling washed away and painful longings from moments before were reintroduced.

“It just isn’t true.”

“What isn’t?” They wandered deeper into the garden.

“That we’re the same. We’re not.”

“But we are.”

Helen blew out a quiet sigh. “You may be able to bend nature at your will-”

“I can’t.”

“-But, for me, it feels like nature is only a witness. Like… whenever I pass by trees it feels like they have the same eyes as any old lady judging my too-short neckline, and the river looks like it wants to say ‘Why do you trouble me with your looks? Go away now.’”

Simone fell silent after this. The Vibora was surprised to find a human with so few years behind her put into words the very feeling she’s vaguely grasped for centuries.

Helen bit her inner cheek and looked down, a brow bouncing up as she whispered,

“I belong nowhere… and I will always be nowhere. You can go anywhere, any time you please.”

The ebbing, flourescent glow of the flowers seemed to dim at Helen’s last comment, where dark thorns bowed and snaked through the foilage like a water serpent as if to mimic the thorny torment that festered deep inside her.

“I’ve tried that, but that feeling never goes away… People think immortality eventually relieves you of the pain but it only extends it.”

“I wish you could die.”

Helen smiled at Simone’s scoff.

“And I too. We should both die right here and haunt this garden together for all eternity..!”

Simone bit her bottom lip slightly as she thought to herself.

“In a way I have died,” she took a large step, “I may not possess a body that can physically die but that isn’t to say my mind isn’t long past its due date. And for many of us it is just that; we are dead in spirit, leaving us only with sensual gratification. For why else would we drape ourselves with silks and pearls and sip jewels from a silver-laden cup in our big gothic castle…” Gently grasping two tufts of hanging leaves, Simone draped them over her shoulders and drew downward with one elegant shoulder raised, “That’s all we have left~”

Simone whisked the leaves away and stepped down to a small creek trickling through the flowers. Wagging a finger back at Helen, she continued,

“Your two boys especially. I could even say for one of them that I was his murderer~”

She stepped out into a flowery clearing decorated with faint spots of gold. The day’s first sunlight broke into delicate cascades of purple and pink all filtered through the glistening canopy of leaves above. For a moment Helen’s confusion was abandoned for the dreamy scenery.

“What… what?!” Her eyes widened and she furrowed her dark brow, leaning forward while she called out. “Have you-”

“-If you want any answers you’ll have to catch me first~!”

Simone started towards the brush where the cobbled garden disappeared into mossy rock formations and wild flowers. Helen’s feet remained firmly planted in the grass while she called out for her.

“Im not running! Simone!”

Simone paused and turned with her eyes flashing deviantly, “Cmonnn~! Practice for when I get sick of you in purgatory and decide to eat you!”

Helen whined defeatedly and trudged forward with a quickening pace, “But I don’t wanna run…”

Shortly after, they were racing around the garden, pulling at each other’s skirts, tripping over wet stones and swinging around the gazebo’s columns all while giggling and screaming after each other.

Laying on their sides in a patch of glowing flowers, the two girls gazed at each other.

“You’re like a princess,” Simone uttered, her voice light and feathery. Though, there was a slight bass to her impassioned voice that made the surrounding noise dull. Helen was disarmed at first by the sudden shift yet enraptured by Simone’s glassy, heavy-lidded eyes. The look they shared was rooted in a sensual fascination with one another. How keenly young girls fixate on princesses and glossy mean girls is how the two of them watched each other. There was a curiousity that stemmed from their forgotten girlhood that caused them to stare longer than they intended.

And so Helen found her voice again and breathed a quiet response, “Coming from you.” Her soft gaze shifted to the indigo flowers beside her head that started to curl towards her as if they too were curious about what fluttered in her chest and caused her to want to withdraw her voice so soon.

Looking up at Simone, she realized the Vibora had been staring at her the whole time. Not in a way someone does to be polite, but to admire- shamelessly, adoringly, dreamily. Helen then felt a different feeling warm her from the inside then erupt, exciting her so frightingly it nearly caused tears to sting her wide eyes.

The corners of Simone’s plush lips turned upward and her brows raised; though her eyes remained low, still relishing in Helen’s natural charm.

“You may know how you look, but you don’t know who you are… who I see now.”

Something tightened at the base of Helen’s jaw which forced her to swallow while Simone’s expression went unchanged, only now she was gazing up into the trees.

“I’m afraid you never will. It isn’t enough just to look at her… you have to know her too, for it is her heart that garners the most precious kind of beauty, the kind people go to war for… the kind I would go to war for…”

Her words dropped from her lips with a breathy laugh. Closing her reddened lips, Helen watched her while she dreamed up more things to say, unaware- or secretly aware- that hot tears had begun to trickle down her soft cheeks.

“…Though I’d never actually go to war, I’m too afraid to fight.” Simone looked back at Helen and flashed a smile, “Can you believe that?” Simone was still as coy as she was before looking at her crying face, thus the continuation of her playful demeanor was almost offensive to Helen. But she remembered, she was talking to Simone. She was laying with Simone.

Dejected sobs and warnings suddenly echoed in her memory as she remembered all the girls, and boys, that went exactly through what she is right now, only to have their heart crushed in such a way they’d been cursed to search for Simone in any future lover. It is worse than death the way she torments an innocent lover’s mind. The dazed, moondrunk kind of love only known to most as something exclusive to movies or literature is merely something she likes to dangle before someone- yet never actually drop. But, still, this moment was shers. The fantasy, the fairytale, the glowing garden… it was all Helen’s to indulge in, even for just a brief moment in time. Before she let that familiar warmth rise again, she remembered a particular meeting with Kou.

Pink light flooded in before her minds eye and she saw an empty hallway, the glaring sun just beginning to peek above the city skyline. Her ballet flats made her careful footsteps silent and cat-like while she approached the only other person in the hallway, Kou. He was still in his school uniform but his expression was solemn and his features dark and contorted. Used to the gleaming, smiling idol he was, Helen was… shocked to say the least. Not only that, but he missed the past week of classes, making his appearance so late after school even more unusual.

Helen paused to pull up her sliding legwarmer with a foot and debated finishing her walk but her feet moved before she could decide and before she knew it she was standing beside the Vampire.

There was a long silence as she hesitated before finally whispering,

“…Is there anything I could do to help?”

Kou slammed his locker shut and parted his lips in a way it looked as though he was about to smile. He then turned his head to her, tonguing his cheek and narrowing his eyes wickedly before crooning in a sarcastic tone, “Oh, you sweet thing~”

Helen, used to humans, meant not to be heard when she habitually replied ‘I’m sorry’ but Kou was a vampire and heard her perfectly fine and so he jumped in to reassure her with an air of creeping cynicism, “-Oh no no no… no… don’t apologize- ah- no, actually, there is something you can do and that is to stay away from that backsliding, two-faced bitch who you may think is obsessed with you now, and makes you feel on top of the fucking world but really she’s just a fucking leech that will suck all the life out of you before you realize.. un-until all you’re left with is a hollowed, ugly shell of the person you were before.”

His words shifted into a hard, cold, grief-stricken tone. The thought of the kind of pain behind his words frightened Helen and she instinctively backed away. It was as though a centuries old heartbreak suddenly burst in Kou’s chest and he was back to being the abandoned boy sobbing tirelessly at the bottom of an abandoned manwhole. Despite Helen standing right in front of him, he continued to yell even louder like he wanted the entire world to hear his cries.

“She fucking took everything from me!” His voice cracked. “I can’t go back to my brothers, I no longer have my fans— I have nothing! It was suppose to be me and her and she fucking left me?! Just like that?! We were supposed to be the fucking same! It’s one thing to treat a human like this but we’re the fucking same! And- and my fucking mistake for believing that I was deserving of a little more than three stupid fucking brothers who only cared about that stupid Adam and Eve plan!”

His fist landed fiercely into the locker door but was immediately retracted and shaken by Kou who’s tears were encouraged by the pain in his hand (he was clearly not the brother for that). Pacing to the side with a whine, he clutched his hand momentarily then looked up at Helen, his voice wet from tears and laced in venom.

“And of course, you,” he hissed, “she had to move on to you like you were any much of a replacement. It’s embarassing on her part…”

Helen bit her tongue and glanced to the floor momentarily.

Kou’s lips quivered slightly as he drew them into a sneer while watching her, “The fuck are you even still here for, get the fuck out!”

At the sight of his bared fangs, Helen quickly hurried in the other direction, but only for a moment before looking back one last time at the sound of the boys bathroom door swinging.

Just before Kou disappeared into the bathroom, Helen was able to catch the glimpse of blood that covered all the bathroom’s porcelain, ceiling and floor tiles, mirrors. For how jarring it was to see so much blood in such a small space alone made her realize it was exactly the kind of illusion Simone would conjure up. Helen was running towards the end of the hallway now, tearing up and repeating the phrase in her mind, ‘Fuck this school, fuck this school, fuck this school…’

That’s how she eats you before she eats you. Simone feeds off the heartbreak, only acting off instinct and enacting such evil acts of betrayal they’re unfathomable to most. Why Simone? Why me? For a moment she cursed herself for loving her, for falling into that trap. But she understood Simone, she was different. And Helen knew that, she was so, so painstakingly sure of it. There could be no other option. In a way she briefly felt sympathy for herself, like the amount of love and attentiveness she has for Simone is supposed to make her deserving of her mercy. And yet you could say the same for any of her past friends- like Kou.

“…I know… me, of all people, scared of fighting. I might encite the violence but I have a habit of fleeing before the real fight starts. I’d rather succumb to fear… to hatred… to what cradles what love destroys…”

“That’s what I meant earlier when I said us immortals die too. We succumb to hatred. It is a fate worse than death… right?”

Helen’s breath chilled in her chest but not as cold as the gaze she felt from Simone when she turned her head back to her.

“Oh, you sweet thing… you shouln’t waste such precious tears….”

Simone then leaned forward on one arm and kissed the rolling tear off Helen’s cheek, leaving her wondering whether she was loving her or tasting her.

Stumbling onto Simone while caught in a feverish laugh, Helen could hardly remember the partying they had done in the early hours of the night, or the spiked drinks, or the wad of cash that waded atop the blurred nightstand as if it were made of water. But the occasional nauseating glimpse of these memories remained like a stain on her consciousness and there came the familiar dread of never being able to escape this life. Blinking slowly, Helen turned her head into Simone’s shoulder and shut her eyes, hoping the darkness would engulf her and keep her suspended in this sleepless dream where the past and future ceased to exist, and Simone and her could wander endlessly through this lilac morning forever.

[the-timeless-founder]

I started drawing this like a month ago and it's finally ready I think! I'm sharing it on this account because it's 3 of my favorite DL OCs, and one of my own, but I'll reblog it on my main account too. I hope these turned out well!

From top left; Helen (@nutaella-kookie ), Simone Sinclair (@smonie ), Devyn Kang (@secretarykang ) and Mishiro/Seraphia (my own).

Sorry if I got any details wrong, just let me know, and I'll change them!❤

[homosandhomies]

Interesting facts on the third draft of the Switched at Birth pilot:

It originally took place in Austin, Texas

Kathryn’s original name was Kristen

Bay and Toby have an 11-year-old brother named Luke

Luke takes Daphne on the house tour and she teaches him how to sign “wow” “creepy” “crazy” “stupid” “poo” “boobs” and a bunch of other words throughout the episode

Daphne generally signs a lot more to the Kennishes

Daphne’s on the track team instead of basketball, and she’s part of the student council and honors society

The line “It’s her hears that don’t work, not her brain” was originally “She’s deaf, John, not [r-word]”

John was a professional golfer instead of a baseball player

Instead of playing basketball with Toby she plays golf with John

Adrianna calls Regina “Reggie”

Melody is a gay man named Penn

Bay and Liam never dated, but he does have his scene with Daphne at Buckner

There’s a scene where Bay and Simone are hanging out and Bay makes fun of the way Daphne speaks and signs

Bay gets arrested for driving without a liscence because Simone was too drunk, not for buying beer with a fake ID

Daphne’s too emotional to speak orally during the scene in the kitchen with her and Regina, so she just signs

Bay calls Daphne her “swister” in the bedroom scene

Regina isn’t behind on rent, so they only move in to get to know each other

[fruit-of-infidelity]

Happy solar rotation, slut~ Kisses from your favorite Vibora, fufu...

[ He arched a brow at the title she bestowed upon him. ]

Oh my.

[ Although the title's foulness, he wasn't as upset as he had expected to be. The fangs that peeked through his growing smirk seemed to indicate that enough. ]

I'm flattered that you remembered; I'll take my kisses now, I think. Take your pick where; I'll be somewhat lenient with you.

[sumire-bride]

((The long awaited time has come 😗👊🏽👊🏽))

(( @smonie ))

𖧷ɤ———ɤ𖧷

…

..Hah…?

..Miss Simone… What.. What is this….?

[Sumire walked inside the manner, coming back from her usual walk around different places, she went a lot further then she expected where she wasn’t able to hear.. Screams? But who was screaming? How many were shouting? She didn’t know but she could smell the very big smell of blood of the people she was so helpful to. And the nice smell of a women she’d gotten too close with, although she failed to notice the girls feelings towards, instead fell in love with one special lucky boy. She’d always been into blondes, finding him bloodied and dead on the floor in her bedroom]

..Ah… What did.. Huh… Miss Simone… You couldn’t have possibly… Shuu-sama…

[with Simone standing there smiling at her, however Sumire wasn’t too focused on her but the smells, the sounds that were happening around her. And him there on the ground lifeless. Her very shaken body ran towards him going to her knees touching his hair all of him]

..Shuu-sama… Shuu-sama… Shuu-sama…!!

[she shook his body holding onto him tightly. Yelling but no response]

..H-haah…. Gnn…

𖧷ɤ———ɤ𖧷

[lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui]

Bro I'm getting haunted by Simone rn

She is everywhere

[ask-arabella-langley]

@smonie I can’t draw titties (or legs...and arms-) but here Arabella and Simone

😔✌️